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C. Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back. Venus and Adonis. L. 295. Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs, Piercing the night's dull ear.— filed under Animals-Horse
The man that once did sell the lion's skin While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him.— filed under Animals-Horse
And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument.— filed under Art
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.— filed under Art
When I bestride him I soar, I am a hawk.— filed under Birds-Humming-Bird
Or ceremony, show me but thy worth! What is thy soul of adoration? Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men?— filed under Ceremony
What art thou, thou idol ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?— filed under Ceremony
What infinite heart's ease Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy? And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save general ceremony?— filed under Ceremony
Consideration, like an angel came And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him, Leaving his body as a paradise, To envelope and contain celestial spirits.— filed under Consideration
Epistle to Addison. L. 53. O England! model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart, What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural! But see thy fault!— filed under Countries-America
I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor I am the most offending soul alive.— filed under Covetousness
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.— filed under Cowardice-Cowards
If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested, Appear before us?— filed under Crime
A'made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' th' tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. "How now, Sir John?" quoth I: "what, man! be o' good cheer." So a' cried out "God, God, God!" three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a'should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet.— filed under Death
Covering discretion with a coat of folly. X.— filed under Discretion
When he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences. C.— filed under Eloquence
The basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.— filed under Bias
In cases of defence 'tis best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems; So the proportions of defence are fill'd; Which of a weak and niggardly projection Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting A little cloth.— filed under Enjoyment
They are our outward consciences.— filed under Enjoyment
Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph.— filed under Epitaph
I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen.— filed under Fear
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poison'd flattery?— filed under Flirting
The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see: Those be rubies, fairy favours; In those freckles live their savours. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 10. The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled cowslip, burnet and green clover.— filed under Flowers-Cowslip
A fool's bolt is soon shot.— filed under Pope
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out.— filed under Gossip
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.— filed under Honor
Ep. 32. For so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts, Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home.— filed under Insects-Bee
It is not a fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are married.— filed under Kisses
Let life be short; else shame will be too long.— filed under Life
College. And good luck go with thee.— filed under Luxury
God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts in one.— filed under Matrimony
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.— filed under Memory
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy; For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, As dogs upon their masters, worrying you. S.— filed under Mercy
As 'tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home.— filed under Merriment
(L'Estrange's Abstract.) And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, The organs, though defunct and dead before, Break up their drowsy grave and newly move With casted slough and fresh legerity.— filed under Mind
It must be so; for miracles are ceased; And therefore we must needs admit the means How things are perfected.— filed under Miracle
And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.— filed under Motherhood
Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words- * * * * * * Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.— filed under Nature
Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.— filed under Occupations-Military
Upon the gale she stoop'd her side, And bounded o'er the swelling tide, As she were dancing home; The merry seamen laugh'd to see Their gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green sea-foam. s. ScoTT-Marmion. Canto II. St. 1. Well, then-our course is chosen-spread the sail- Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well- Look to the helm, good master-many a shoal Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin. Scott-Kenilworth. Ch. XVII. Verses at head of Chapter. Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge.— filed under Xii
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is; *** I only speak right on. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 220. List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle render'd you in music.— filed under Order
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility.— filed under Peace
Peace, Dear nurse of arts, plenties and joyful births.— filed under Peace
Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is stili.— filed under Policy
O God, thy arm was here; And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all!— filed under Providence
Think him as a serpent's egg Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous, And kill him in the shell. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 32. Trust none; For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog. и.— filed under Prudence
Who, with a body filled and vacant mind, Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread.— filed under Results
Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own.— filed under Royalty
The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.— filed under Scandal
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting.— filed under Self-Love
Addison's trans. All is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.— filed under Ships
Liberty. 1798. Base is the slave that pays. S.— filed under Slavery
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.— filed under Sleep
If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift. Taming of the Shrew. Induction. Sc. 1. L. 124. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 173. I had not so much of man in me, And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears. и.— filed under Tears
But now behold, In the quick forge and working-house of thought, How London doth pour out her citizens!— filed under Thought
и. L. 33. Treason and murder ever kept together, As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose, Working so grossly in a natural cause, That admiration did not hoop at them.— filed under Treason
From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds.— filed under War
He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. Richard 11. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 93. He which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made.— filed under War
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead.— filed under War
The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.— filed under War
The nimble gunner With linstock now the devilish cannon touches, And down goes all before them.— filed under War
There are few die well that die in a battle.— filed under War
Nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs, Losing both beauty and utility.— filed under Welcome
Most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?— filed under Wooing
But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 123. Familiar in his mouth as household words.— filed under Words
Is in the very May-morn of his youth, Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.— filed under Youth